Sound Fruit Novels & Stories

The sound was a sharp, cutting energy, a wild, uncontained presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. It was a sound of mourning, a vivid, bright energy, a fierce, unyielding force that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Her lost childhood echoed in the sound, a sharp, living presence, a bright, cutting energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unexpected. The howl was a wild, living force, a bright, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery.

A sound on the mate bond. I feel my eyes light up, the heat building up behind them, and then the sound comes once again, a deep, mirth-filled, husky laugh. I chase that sound mentally, wanting it to start from the beginning, wanting to hear it again but I can only hear it continue and then it dies out. It’s…

He has never been around these places alone; the sound of his feet against tree branches is enough to make him flinch, and all he has for protection is a sharp blade, which he clings onto tightly. To save Tyr, he must be courageous. Soral searches around for a bit, picking all the anti-toxic herbs he can find into his basket. Then he heard it. A faint sound. His movement stills; he doesn't even dare to breathe as all his senses scream in high alert. His heart is beating wildly as his eyes search for the source of the sound. It comes again, the sound of dry leaves rustling, it is louder this time. Stealthily, he follows the source of the sound, gripping his blade so hard that his knuckles tur

It sounded out of concern. I smiled. Whatever Harper's plan was, it had backfired. A house free of Harper, a house of happiness. Maybe I would make an oath to eat no more strawberries too, they just saved me a headache.

It was a conduit for his past. A different sound reached me now, physical this time, shredding the silence of the penthouse. It was the sound of destruction, of furniture being hurled against walls, of a raw, guttural roaring that was more beast than man. It was the sound of a soul being flayed alive.

he says. A sound from the far side of the compound. Sharp. Specific. The crack of a rifle.

Swissh. Slasshhh… CLANG…

The air in the mine shaft, already thick with the smell of damp earth and ozone from Elara’s equipment, suddenly grew heavy, oppressive. It was a pressure change that had nothing to do with geology and everything to do with instinct. The sound that ripped through the oppressive silence was a grotesque violation of nature—a high-pitched, piercing shriek that mimicked the distress of a human infant, yet was distorted, layered with a wet, gurgling undertone that spoke of a throat not designed for such noises. It was a sound engineered to prey on the deepest, most primal fears.

Then, Nora looked at Elia, who held the data-cube open, its amber shell glowing like a miniature sun. ​Nora placed the bone-flute to her lips. She didn't play a melody of war. She played the sound she had heard in the deep veins of the Earth—the sound of the tide, the sound of the wind through the cedar, and the sound of a father’s heartbeat. ​The Song of the Refraction ​The note was a single, pure frequency that bypassed the ears and vibrated in the marrow. As the sound hit the data-cube, the "Source Code" caught it and magnified it a million times over.